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End Of An Era (Ben Lee)

I wrote my last love song today
Got the whole damn phase out of the way
It was here now its gone
But that was my last love song
I wrote my last love song today

I wrote my last love song tonight
Recorded my last love-starved plight
I was young and naive
I wore my heart on my sleeve
I wrote my last love song tonight

I wrote my last romantic spiel
So youd know how I feel
Youre just another girl no doubt
Who this songs not about
I wrote my last love song tonight

I used to think I was a pioneer
To love what no man has gone near
But theres no point no dignity
To sulk in self pity
So thats behind me
Just try me give me your best shot
I dont know what I am
But I know what Im not

I wrote my last love song it stinks
At least thats what I want you to think
But its not true therell be more
About the cute girl next door
Im just burned out on love for a while
Im just burned out on love for a while

Even At Our Worst We're Still Better Than Most (The Roller) (Against Me!)

You can have it all, I ain't got the heart to fight, no.
Total exhaustion, complete breakdown. For the asshole I am,
apologies in full, please leave me alone.
Pull over the van, let me out.

And we'll give the money back, to the record label.
Fire the agent, fire the manager.
We ain't got what it takes, to make it.
We got indifference, got no respect for them.
Feels like you already said so much,
feels like you can never say enough.
Let someone else take our place,
let them be your entertainment.

Dance Music (The Mountain Goats)

alright i'm in johnson avenue
in San Louis Obispo
and i'm five years old or six maybe
and indications that there's
something wrong with our new house
trip down the wire twice daily

i'm in the living room
watching the watergate hearings
while my stepfather yells at my mother
launches a glass across the room
straight at her head
and i dash upstairs to take cover
lean in close to my little record player on the floor
so this is what the volume knob's for
i listen to dance music
dance music

okay so i'm seventeen years old
you're the last best thing i got going
but then the special secret sickness
starts to eat through you
what am i supposed to do?
no way of knowing
so i follow you down your twisting alleyways
find a few cul-de-sacs of my own
there's only one place this road ever ends up
and i don't wanna die alone
let me down, let me down, let me down gently
when the police come to get me
i'm listenin' to dance music
dance music

Coll-Edge (Good Clean Fun)

Someday you will look back with fear
On all the time that you weren't here
And at that moment
You&#8217;ll wish you hadn&#8217;t spent
All your book money on beer
Your friends are high, your grades are low
Couldn&#8217;t shake a stick at what you know
But when it comes to blood alcohol
You get a 4.0

Your eyes are red
Your lungs are black (you've got the colledge)
Stabbed us all right in the back (you've lost the edge)
How could you sell out like that (I'll never know)

Try to fit in with everyone
If you don&#8217;t drink in the dorms
Then you&#8217;re no fun
You swore true til death
But you&#8217;re still young
Not even true til twenty-one
When you went to school
I learned for sure
If you aren&#8217;t now you never were
And if you have a single conviction
You don&#8217;t know what it&#8217;s for

Your eyes are red
Your lungs are black
Stabbed us all right in the back
How could you sell out like that

To see the bands you never go
You don&#8217;t support the bands
You used to know
Here&#8217;s a hint in case you&#8217;re slow
Lollapalooza is not a show
You lost the edge
and that&#8217;s not the worst
The sad thing is you&#8217;re not the first
Our friendship&#8217;s done, it really hurts
But maybe I could have
All of your old shirts
Your Wide Awake record
and Chung King too
They can&#8217;t be worth that much to you
Maybe this is not so bad
Because now i own
all the things you had
More friends of mine could start to drink
I could use a new X-watch I think.
You swore you&#8217;d be edge to eternity
But now you're pledging a fraternity

Your eyes are red
Your lungs are black
Stabbed us all right in the back
How could you sell out like that

Forgotten In Space (Voivod)

All systems go !!
The jailship is flying high
From the ground, to out of sight
They pay their crimes, locked inside
Where they go, the judge knows
They did to many murders
Then fell into the crater
They made too many speeches
Against what the people believe
Getting the no limit sentence
For them it's the last stop
The treason made upon them
Upset coz there's no way to return
All systems go, blow the reactors
But where do we go? We don't know!
The prisoners, looking mad
There's no color aboard this flight
Computer station look them all
Deep in the hole too many echoes
The space jail center program
Recorded, numbered, classified
This bunch of desperate guys
Changing to sub-rat humans
And then in special cases
You've gotta be quiet
If you're not what they want
They're gonna throw you out in space
All systems go, blow the reactors
But where do we go? We don't know!
Cylindrical habitat modules
Let me out of here, and I heard my name
It's time they said ! Forgotten in space !
Dressed with a skin tight pressure suit
Swimming in the universe
It's the best place you can be
It's the last place you will be
It's boring to spend time
In the jail with no gravity
Suspended in nothingness
Awaiting your own liberty
Just one hour, not too much oxigen(2X)
Hydrocarbonic smog, methane ice crystals
Ultraviolet rays in the galaxy core
Rotations and orbits of somebody
Atoms and molecules through my body
Just half an hour, not too much oxigen(2X)
You're forgotten in space....In space!!

SunShyne (Thousand Foot Krutch)

Back to attack like mortal combat,
Knockin 'em flat with contact,
On site, (passing others by strong direction),
We must evade this infection,
Thousand foot, got my back to protection,
Strong in every never-been-down road,
We never been off of it, can't get enough of it,
I'm out-spoken, in case ya didn't notice,
I'm all about telling lost souls that need to know this,
My sound's more (rap than the crib),
Me, myself and my team rocks through the Ford,
Like a 7/11, all day all night,
Our God we boast hard,
On the reel,
Represent my King and my God,
Got to get it get it,
Don't forget it,
Got the (curves) of a low B,
If ya let it,
That's the sound that's mean, extreme,
You trip with me and my team,
I'll show you what I mean.

I've been waiting so long,
To get where I'm going,
In the sunshine of Your love.

We back to bring it, and got the whole town swinging,
Off the vibes that'll make you realize when you listen to the,
We obviously not the record best,
You can give it days more than anyone waits to play it,
On this microphone I wanna make known,
There ain't nothing but weirdness in this vocal tone,
In the kid's car in the stereo,
Or in ya CD players, tape deck and home stereo,
Break down the system,
I shot once but I missed 'em,
You think I'm a freak, but you never listen,
You want plastic Thousand Foot so fast,
That Krutch the new made-for-plastic we everlasting,
So I turn the volume up to ten again,
Just to let 'em know,
We'll never let 'em in,
Break the mold when I explode into your eardrum,
If you want it come and get some.

I've been waiting so long,
To get where I'm going,
In the sunshine of Your love.

Puppet (Thousand Foot Krutch)

it's all around me,

and I can't wish this away,

you so amaze me,

you took my monster away, (x2)

Wake me, c'mon and wake me up now I

want to cut off my strings and break,

loose of your control of me,

cut your strings and be free with me, (x2)

(bridge)

Everybody, shake your body,

lift your hands, stop frontin',

you're just a puppet, (x2)

To all the marionettes

(chorus)

If your gonna run, how fast ya gonna run?,

and If your gonna jump, how high can you jump?,

all you perpetrators be walkin' round frontin',

what?, you fakers afraid to stand for somethin'?/ why don't ya stand

up n' break me off somethin'?(x2)

Ya wanna make it outta sight?,

somebody wanna get live tonight?,

we can hit that, flip that, settle the score,

'n' ain't nobody rock a crowd like this before,

ya wanna make it outta sight?,

somebody wanna get live tonight?,

like an earthquake, let it shake,

make the floor vibrate, Krutch y'all,

back to set the record straight.

All y'all people, listen, it's on,

Krutch marauders we on a mission,

hittin' ya with the air ammunition,

at war with the puppet master, ..

I'll bring it on if I had to,

rip it 'n' leave the whole scene shattered,

like, chik, blaow!, what ya think of me now,

I'm lettin' my dawgs out,

makin' it loud so hear me shout, what?,

we be comin' laced with bass,

hit the place with no trace,

when we rock the space,

(bridge)

to all the people still sleepin'

(Chorus) (x2)

Y'All Don't Wanna (Capone N Noreaga)

[Noreaga]
Yeah..
Why they don't get a nigga like me
to sing the national anthem or nuttin?
{*laughs*} It's nothin!

Nokio! (Flame, Nokio)
NOKIO GIVE US A BEAT BABY - SOME GANGSTA SHIT YO!
CNN, the best group that ever lived
Best blowin **in group that ever lived in rap
Hundred percent real stories, we speak truth
Yo, tell 'em how your life is son
How your life is yo?

[Noreaga]
My life is nuttin like a sitcom, you see I sip Dom
I rock Jor-dan's, and can't stand Pip-pen's
Bases loaded, coach want me to bunt
but I'ma go for the homer and cock the pump
I was the kid in the hood your moms ain't want you with
Now I'm rich, tell your moms one-two click
Since a young one, I love heaven and love hell
Escobar style, I'll build my own jail
The America's, 'merica's, favorite thug
to sell cocaine, America's, favorite drugs
Me and 'Pone like the military, we train niggaz
and the hoes don't **, they just brain niggaz
CNN, focus on us, we coco-nuts
We throw our gang signs up, (?) wit us
Set up a congregation, so I can orally speak
I orally, have ** cause my aura(?) is deep, it go

[Chorus: Capone-N-Noreaga]
{Pone} Y'all don't wanna ** with us
CNN out for them pesos
Y'all don't wanna bust with us
Niggaz better move when we say so
{Nore} What's this I hear?
{Pone} CNN ain't real?!
{Nore} What's this I hear?
{Pone} CNN is wack?!
{Nore} What's this I hear?
{Pone} CNN won't kill?!
{Nore} Now what's this I hear?
{Pone} CNN ain't back?!

[Capone]
Yo, I give you every part of my life, from my paralyzed finger
to the foul death of my moms, the slug and the length of my arm
I'm "The Answer" like Allen I.
Who runs sick like cancer on the Island, I
I'm the first that ever loc'ed on a Nok' track
CNN back, like #5 Jordan's purple and black
We spazzed on purpose, ** tryin to sit in a cat'
I erase drama and talk, memories in my rap
It's kinda hard to rap on radio while I sit in the box
All I could think was money, send a few flicks to my pops
I give the street life my all, stripes and scars
Nights was hard, felt I had a right to rob
Now I spit righteous bars, ** livin like the stars
Give me a hood crib and a Chrysler Dodge
Cause I'm just like y'all, my kicks scuff like y'all
I still get harassed and searched up like y'all

[Chorus]

[Capone]
Yo, imagine us cowards
You still live with mommy, still get allowance
I chase Henny, bubblin ounces
I returned off a short stretch, stuck in the mountains
What's this I hear huh? This is my year
'Pone shit kosher you think not? I give you my ear
Now listen closer I was born, and I'ma die here
Listen soldier, I rap and keep one in the holster
Nigga you front, and I'ma pop one in your shoulder

[Noreaga]
Yo raise the partition, cock guns with ammunition
Knock you out position, and have your little hoe missin
Niggaz get locked up, I spread my love
Yo they leave God-Body but they come home Blood
Balloon bags full of weed, yo I send you those
and it's all about my niggaz, won't mention hoes
Keep it tight on all four corners, warrant search
Po'-po' and C.O.'s they all get merked, it go

[Chorus] - repeat 2X

[Noreaga]
Yeah, it's like this
Collaboration, CNN gangsta shit
with my nigga Nokio on the beats
On the boards, **in shit up y'all, yeah
He on the boards, **in shit up y'all
Huh, a hit record, got a hit record, written all over the track
Aiyyo it got a hit record all over the track
Yeah hit record, written all over the track.